I feel like I am drowning in my own existence.
I don’t understand how I can have a fulltime job and a part time job, and yet be so strapped for cash that I can’t do ANYTHING!
I don’t understand how having “security” is actually less secure and more stressful than the days I did contract work and didn’t know where or when the next job was coming from.
The things that make me happy, don’t anymore. For a plethora of reasons. Mostly though because I’m too poor to enjoy them.
I would love to go to a show. Can’t. Poor.
I would love to take a course of some sort. (cooking, photography,) Can’t Poor.
I would love to buy a cute little summer outfit or two. Can’t. Poor. (and fat)
I would love to go to one of those amazing restaurants I read about or walk by, filled with happy rich people stuffing their faces with delicious food while washing it down with fancy looking drinks. Can’t. Poor. (and fat, and alone)
I would love to… bah… you get the picture.
I walk around aimlessly most days, figuratively and literally, “window shopping” everyone else’s lives while they actually live them. Continue reading “Lost…”
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